RAGNA POV...
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I had already started preparing for future experiments.
In the movies and novels from my previous life, there were always a few classic ways to turn someone into a vampire. A bite to the neck. A blood ritual. Some dramatic life-or-death scene under a crimson moon.
Unfortunately, this wasn't some pure fantasy novel.
I couldn't just walk up and bite my sister on the neck. Even if I wanted to, my family would probably lose their minds before I could finish the job.
That aside, my situation wasn't even properly explained. The system had dropped a notification about something called the cursed ritual—and then… nothing. No description. No follow-up. Not even a hint.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
In the end, I could only arrive at a conclusion that was half doubt and half blind faith.
